Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
AZ,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.